day one
I sifted your letter through my fingers and it felt like water was slipping through them, or coccaine or sherbet. All the things that reminded me of you.
I noticed my shoe was untied after I read the word "during" but I didn't care enough to tie it. Not even now that the sentence was over.
I don't know why I didn't read this letter until the day after your funeral. I felt like it would add more pain to the whole thing.
Perry, how did gasping for life support feel like?
Did it feel lonely or comfortable?
Did it feel like relief?
Sometimes breathing without you feels like I'm running a race that I know that I'll never win; I'm dying for a drink of water, but no one's giving me a water bottle.
I feel like I'm always okay until I'm not.
Maybe that's how you felt.
